[FIC] PAINTING FLOWERS - Reita x Ruki - Prologue/?
Title : PAINTING FLOWERS
Author : miyabi_is_dead
Pairing : Reita x Ruki
Genre : Romance, Angst, Smut (?)
Chapters : Prologue / ?
Rating : PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings : Weird relationship, unbeta-ed mistakes
Disclaimer : I bought Reita and Ruki yesterday in Narnia *is lying*
Summary : Reita was a famous writer. He once had a perfect beautiful life. But a tragedy, a merciless terror, had taken them all way from him. What would happen when an energetic college student suddenly appeared in his life one day...and asked him to make some changes in his life...?
Comment : Hellooooo~~ Here I am back again...with a new story... It was just a prologue *chuckles* but I hope you guys like it. I just want to know if anyone is interested in this one. And tell me if I should continue this or not ^__________^
Comments are <3 as always.
If a human was given an ability to erase one particular day in every year, then Reita would be the first to use it. Yes, it was that time of year again, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than to just forget that one particular day. It had been four years, but he could still hear the sound of the blast, he could still feel the burning heat all over his body, he could still feel the pain. It was a beautiful day, the third day of August, and all of a sudden…Reita remembered every second of the most horrible day in his life.
Sitting on his black wheelchair, the blonde man looked at the lake behind his house through the glass window in his room. Fawn eyes stared blankly at the silvery blue water, trying so hard to keep his mind occupied. He had to think of something, anything beside the chronology of the huge bomb blast four years ago. He turned off the TV on purpose because the media would always air the news about that one particular day over and over, and it made him sick. He used to be angry at God, he used to condemn Him, because it was so ironic how everything that was good and so beautiful in his life was being taken away from him in just one blink of an eye. Yes, in this day, four years ago, he managed to survive from the terror as a paraplegic. But as soon as he opened his eyes in the recovery room that day, he also found out that he had to continue his survival by himself for the rest of his life…because that blast already took the life of his wife and his one month old baby away.
A powerful fist slammed at the concrete wall and an angry scream was heard. The blonde averted his gaze to his paralyzed feet, as if giving an order for them to move. He whimpered audibly, trying so hard to just make a single contraction of muscle from his ankle, but he got nothing in return. After a long agonizing trial, the blonde finally gave up. He still couldn't move that lower part of his feet after so long. Reita punched the wall once again before he brought his palm to rub on his face. Slowly, he traced the visible scar on his cheek, running his fingertips along the cutting edge of the mark on his skin. An audible sigh of desperation was finally heard in the empty room.
The blonde was about to open the door to the balcony when suddenly a soft knock made him stop on his track. At first he paid no attention to the unwanted interruption. It could be his mother or father, probably trying to ask him to take a tour beside the lake. Or it could be his sister who never stopped taking care of him. He appreciated them all for being concern about his condition in this particular day, but unfortunately this time he didn’t want any company. He just wanted to be alone. Apparently, the one who kept on knocking on his bedroom door didn’t quite understand that and it made the blonde feel irritated. With an annoyed sigh, Reita turned his wheelchair and pushed it towards the door. He was ready to yell at anyone at the moment, and there would be no exception for his parents and siblings.
Reita unlocked the door and slowly turned the door knob. Giving the piece of wood a slight tug, the blond moved back a little, allowing the door to be fully open. He was about to shout at the guest, but it was all soon forgotten when he caught an unfamiliar face presented in front of him. It was a boy, an unknown boy with brunette hair, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a slim white shirt. The boy was short, and he looked decent. But what caught him off guard the most was this boy’s beautiful face, with shimmering warm chocolate eyes, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of velvety lips that was now stretched into a perfect friendly smile. Those plush pair of flesh then parted, and a melodic baritone voice teased Reita’s ear softly.
“Good morning, Suzuki-san. My name is Matsumoto Takanori, and you can call me Ruki.”
Ruki, the boy, stopped for a brief second. Reita was about to question about the reason why this boy was even here when the next sentences confused him to no end.
“Your parents just hired me.” Said the boy, still with that sincere smile on his face.
Reita unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
“I’m your new personal assistant.”
----TO BE CONTINUED----
A/N : *laughs* Well...the idea of this story came up so suddenly when I faced a patient today suffering from blast injury... I know it's ironic *rolls eyes* but hey...I couldn't help it...
So...anyone interested? Should I continue this or not...? Hmm...?
Comments and critics are very appreciated...
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Author : miyabi_is_dead
Pairing : Reita x Ruki
Genre : Romance, Angst, Smut (?)
Chapters : Prologue / ?
Rating : PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings : Weird relationship, unbeta-ed mistakes
Disclaimer : I bought Reita and Ruki yesterday in Narnia *is lying*
Summary : Reita was a famous writer. He once had a perfect beautiful life. But a tragedy, a merciless terror, had taken them all way from him. What would happen when an energetic college student suddenly appeared in his life one day...and asked him to make some changes in his life...?
Comment : Hellooooo~~ Here I am back again...with a new story... It was just a prologue *chuckles* but I hope you guys like it. I just want to know if anyone is interested in this one. And tell me if I should continue this or not ^__________^
Comments are <3 as always.
If a human was given an ability to erase one particular day in every year, then Reita would be the first to use it. Yes, it was that time of year again, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than to just forget that one particular day. It had been four years, but he could still hear the sound of the blast, he could still feel the burning heat all over his body, he could still feel the pain. It was a beautiful day, the third day of August, and all of a sudden…Reita remembered every second of the most horrible day in his life.
Sitting on his black wheelchair, the blonde man looked at the lake behind his house through the glass window in his room. Fawn eyes stared blankly at the silvery blue water, trying so hard to keep his mind occupied. He had to think of something, anything beside the chronology of the huge bomb blast four years ago. He turned off the TV on purpose because the media would always air the news about that one particular day over and over, and it made him sick. He used to be angry at God, he used to condemn Him, because it was so ironic how everything that was good and so beautiful in his life was being taken away from him in just one blink of an eye. Yes, in this day, four years ago, he managed to survive from the terror as a paraplegic. But as soon as he opened his eyes in the recovery room that day, he also found out that he had to continue his survival by himself for the rest of his life…because that blast already took the life of his wife and his one month old baby away.
A powerful fist slammed at the concrete wall and an angry scream was heard. The blonde averted his gaze to his paralyzed feet, as if giving an order for them to move. He whimpered audibly, trying so hard to just make a single contraction of muscle from his ankle, but he got nothing in return. After a long agonizing trial, the blonde finally gave up. He still couldn't move that lower part of his feet after so long. Reita punched the wall once again before he brought his palm to rub on his face. Slowly, he traced the visible scar on his cheek, running his fingertips along the cutting edge of the mark on his skin. An audible sigh of desperation was finally heard in the empty room.
The blonde was about to open the door to the balcony when suddenly a soft knock made him stop on his track. At first he paid no attention to the unwanted interruption. It could be his mother or father, probably trying to ask him to take a tour beside the lake. Or it could be his sister who never stopped taking care of him. He appreciated them all for being concern about his condition in this particular day, but unfortunately this time he didn’t want any company. He just wanted to be alone. Apparently, the one who kept on knocking on his bedroom door didn’t quite understand that and it made the blonde feel irritated. With an annoyed sigh, Reita turned his wheelchair and pushed it towards the door. He was ready to yell at anyone at the moment, and there would be no exception for his parents and siblings.
Reita unlocked the door and slowly turned the door knob. Giving the piece of wood a slight tug, the blond moved back a little, allowing the door to be fully open. He was about to shout at the guest, but it was all soon forgotten when he caught an unfamiliar face presented in front of him. It was a boy, an unknown boy with brunette hair, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a slim white shirt. The boy was short, and he looked decent. But what caught him off guard the most was this boy’s beautiful face, with shimmering warm chocolate eyes, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of velvety lips that was now stretched into a perfect friendly smile. Those plush pair of flesh then parted, and a melodic baritone voice teased Reita’s ear softly.
“Good morning, Suzuki-san. My name is Matsumoto Takanori, and you can call me Ruki.”
Ruki, the boy, stopped for a brief second. Reita was about to question about the reason why this boy was even here when the next sentences confused him to no end.
“Your parents just hired me.” Said the boy, still with that sincere smile on his face.
Reita unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
“I’m your new personal assistant.”
----TO BE CONTINUED----
A/N : *laughs* Well...the idea of this story came up so suddenly when I faced a patient today suffering from blast injury... I know it's ironic *rolls eyes* but hey...I couldn't help it...
So...anyone interested? Should I continue this or not...? Hmm...?
Comments and critics are very appreciated...
^____________________^